Training His Tail

The journey south was a long one. Even Sun Wukong, who had seen plenty, had to be careful. To Son Goten, Sun Wukong was nothing but a burden.

Both of them had children's bodies, and they had been reincarnated as brothers. Son Goten had many more thoughts than Sun Wukong, but his many experiences had left him with a very different perspective.

Seeing that guy leaping around like a monkey, Son Goten had no desire to join him. There was only one thing he needed to do right now: train his tail.

He had the strange ability to control his transformation, but a Saiyan's tail was still a weak point. He had to train it as soon as possible.

As Son Goten walked along, he finally found what he was looking for: a large rock.

It weighed about a hundred pounds. Son Goten took a rope and tied it to the rock.

"Chen, what are you doing?"

Sun Wukong had no idea what his brother was thinking. Along the way, he hadn't been nearly as lively and energetic as Sun Wukong. He was always putting on an inscrutable air.

He was still a child, after all. The resentment and violent urges in Sun Wukong's heart soon faded away, though he still had a bit of a competitive streak with Son Goten. That was a deep-rooted Saiyan instinct.

Son Goten smiled mysteriously. Once he had secured the rope, he wrapped it around his tail and tried to take a step forward. A feeling of weakness and a sharp pain immediately shot through his tail.

"Ah!"

Sure enough, a Saiyan's tail was their greatest weakness.

Son Goten exerted himself, but his body immediately went limp. It looked like this would be extremely difficult.

Sun Wukong also got caught up in the urge